Cover Your Eyes Ma Bell

Two blinks of the eye and the future is no longer encased by the jeweled layers of nanotechnology, the subatomic particles burning a pristine green silent gleam of effervescent. Blink three times and the inventions and perpetual motion of the digital age reach a raging insomnia.

One’s bedroom is transformed into a Las Vegas laser light show while the anxious, deprived and intoxicated crowds bustle and murmur with a busy bee buzz and appetite for the harmonics of electricity. AD-DC, is only apt for the use of examining the habitual lifestyle of modernity and industry, even though an echo of sexuality lingers under the covert nature of darkness. One simply has to employ a few select kernels of imagination and delusion to escape the technomare of future shock. Cellphones are always an excuse and cause for the alter ego and many would be surprised by the concept that a threesome or an orgy simply involves a willing couple together with their cellphones. It is amusing to visualize the acts of reaching the pinnacle of the foreplay ladder with one of the 50’s styles block black telephones filling the pocket to a breaching point, and emanating with the voice of a livid mother-in-law or the operator, their incessant strings of "hello, hello" drowned out by animalistic moans and content sighs.

A study should be conducted tabulating both the frequency and total connection time of cellphone calls dialed thanks to the inadvertent use of a partner’s oscillating body in close proximity. In the voyeuristic free wheeling wild west mentality of self gratification and exhibitionism, an app could be developed for the I-phone which would monitor the heart rate of the subscriber and as the blood pressure and breathing rise to appropriate levels, a call is automatically connected to a random number propagated from a list of those signed up who enjoy listening to orchestra of the mating ritual.